The harsh whistle sounded across the harbor, and the guards lowered the cabin and began to check tickets.

Chen Xinran was about to push the wheelchair, but Fang Buwei gently patted her hand: "Wait a minute!"

Chen Xinran was confused, so he stopped and followed Fang Buwei's gaze. A thin man in his suit and in his early forties was walking towards him.

Wang Xingheng?

Chen Xinran's pupils shrank, and his hands subconsciously reached into his bag.

"Don't be nervous, I should be here to see you off..." Fang Buwei laughed softly.

It was indeed Wang Xingheng. Fang Buwei had seen it before and could guess his purpose.

When he walked to Fang Buwei, Wang Xingheng took off his hat solemnly and bowed to Fang Buwei first.

"I'm not dead yet?" Fang Buwei was amused and crying.

Wang Xingheng glared at him: "You know that I don't mean that!"

As he said that, he lifted his coat and took out something.

It's a long box, more than one meter.

"Mr. Yu Long asked me to give it to you... He asked me to tell you that you can come back at any time as long as you want... Don't open it now, and watch it when there is no one..." Wang Xingheng reminded again with concern.

What, crutches?

When he came to Hong Kong to persuade him last time, why didn’t he give it to himself in person?

Is this a slap in the face?

Fang Buwei complained in his heart and responded casually: "Forget it, I won't come back. Tell him that if you have the chance in the future, I will go see him..."

If he was still alive... Fang Buwei thought to himself.

"Why do you have to leave? I really can't figure it out..." Wang Xingheng sighed again.

"You don't understand!" Fang Buwei shook his head.

What should I stay and do, do I kill myself?

Enough...

Knowing that Fang Buwei had made up his mind, he couldn't even persuade the committee and bureau directors to come back, let alone him.

Wang Xingheng sighed again and put on his hat: "Then take care of yourself!"

"So too!" Fang Buwei smiled and waved to Wang Xingheng's back...

What exactly is Ma Chunfeng sending Wang Xingheng?

Fang Buwei has been guessing.

It's definitely not a crutch. Even if you want to laugh at yourself, you must be smiling in front of you.

It was not until Fang Buwei opened the box until he reached the room.

The moment he saw something, his eyelids twitched.

A sword with a leather sheath.

He picked it up and pulled out half of the sword. The sword body reflected the cold light, and Fang Buwei subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Why do you look familiar?

Just as he was thinking, Chen Xinran took out another thing from the box.

It is a paper roll, and after it is spread out, there are five big words written on it: Sword is given to the hero!

Fang Buwei's heart was beating wildly.

He was so familiar with this handwriting...

This is not what Ma Chunfeng gave it to him. If you guess correctly, the sword should have been given to him by the Chairman.

But how did this word come from?

So these two things will be mixed together?

It was beyond Fang Buwei's imagination.

Fang Buwei suddenly put the sword into the scabbard, stuffed the big character into it, and then covered the box.

"What?" Chen Xinran asked in surprise.

He rarely sees this solemn expression on Fang Buwei's face.

"Nine Dragon Sword!" Fang Buwei sighed.

Chen Xinran opened her mouth wide.

Royal treasure?

"Where is the word?" she asked again.

Fang Buwei blinked his eyes and pondered for a long time before saying three words: "Can't say it!"

Chen Xinran wanted to vomit blood in anger.

Seeing that she was in a state of turmoil, Fang Buwei patted her hand: "Anyway, remember, these two are more expensive than the pile hidden in the house... Well, I will pass it to my son at that time..."

For some reason, Chen Xinran's face suddenly changed.

She sneered and looked at Fang Buwei straight: "Will you pass it together or separate?"

What kind of brain circuit does this woman do?

Fang Buwei sighed: "You have the final say!"

"Okay!" Chen Xinran snorted coldly, "Okay, after your injury is completely healed, let's talk slowly..."

Fang Buwei had two big heads: the ancients really did not deceive me, but it turned out that three monks had no water to drink...

Chen Xinran wanted to say something, but when the whistle sounded, his feet were shocked.

The ship is about to go...

For some reason, Fang Buwei's heart suddenly felt ache: Are you leaving?

He looked out the window blankly, remembering the days and nights of the past seven years, and his mind was like a lantern, and his faces came to mind like a revolving lantern...

Shanghai, Nanjing, Nanyang, the United States...Enemy, comrades, relatives, and close friends...

Maybe he noticed Fang Buwei's state of mind, even though the whistle stopped and the boat drove steadily, Chen Xinran didn't say anything.

So my past seven years have been so exciting?

After a long time, Fang Buwei sighed heavily and said in his heart: Don't worry, I will come back again...
Chapter completed!